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Making a living has a way of killing men
The lungs keep breathing but the soul suffocates within
There is nothing new under the Sun it's all the same
Need revival 'cause survival's a losing game
And I'm fighting the good fight, I'm not on the run
I'm not chasing vanity, I'm doing what needs to be done
Men in stories had something to conquer
A woman to fight for, a war to be waged
We are born for the storm, [?]
To live hard and die well is why we were made
I've seen an evil that overcomes us all
The backs of good and wicked men are both against the wall
But what shall we do when we are destined for the dust?
Dig our feet into the earth and [?] it speeds up
No matter our station, wages are trade
Our labor is loving, it's a worthy way to spend all our days
Men in stories had something to conquer
A woman to fight for, a war to be waged
We are born for the storm, [?]
To live hard and die well is why we were made
This life's a labor that quickly escapes
My love, my hate, my memory, will soon be erased
So let's breathe in this vapor and drink this sea dry
And doing [?] greatly 'till our last day arrives
Men in stories had something to conquer
A woman to fight for, a war to be waged
We are born for the storm, [?]
To live hard and die well is why we were made